Back to School
BACK TO SCHOOL
Going back to school was a big step for me. It meant facing my fears and swallowing my pride, and neither of which is easy.
I never really enjoyed school much. I'm the kind of person who learns by doing things not by copying off a chalkboard for hours on end. And I always struggled with being measured as a person by what I achieved in an exam. Besides, my interests lay in the performing arts, not biology or economics. So I dropped out of school half way through sophomore year.
Although being free from school seemed like a dream come true for the first few months, I quickly realized that life off campus wasn't all fun and games. I wanted to change the world with my music, but music jobs come sporadically and I still had to pay the rent while I wasn't working. Without a high school diploma I found it hard to get a job that didn't involve French-fries.
For someone who stepped out of the school with stars in her eyes, that was hard to chew. After a year, I realized that deep down I did want to achieve more than that and made inquiries about going back to school.
Once you set your mind to something, there are always ways to get it done. It wasn't easy, but I knew that I wanted to finish school to prove to myself that I could, and to give myself more options. I didn't have unrealistic expectations; I knew there was no way I'd get honors. So I told myself I'd be happy with what I got, so long as I finished. And I did finish, and now I have options beyond serving French fries.